The sun goes down.
Evil comes out.
My mind goes numb,
Enduring its final bout.
My hand grips cold metal;
From the barrel drifts smoke.
To th ink, this whole mess
Began as a joke.
Pouring in sheets,
The rain beats down.
I lower the gun,
My face in a frown.
The adrenaline rush,
The psychotic thrill.
This innocent man,
I ruthlessly kill.
Spreading wide on the pavement,
The blood slowly pools.
Silently, I watch
As the smoking gun cools.
I hear the sirens,
Begin to run.
I chuckle carelessly;
This is fun.
Jumping a fence,
Through someone’s yard,
Running through an alley,
Lungs pumping hard.
Out of the alley,
I see the lights.
The blaze of fire
Takes me to new heights.
Pain sears my shoulder,
I take no heed.
I return fire,
Appeasing my need.
The officer drops,
I double back.
The criminal cunning,
The officers lack.
Back through the yard,
Back over the fence.
Into the street
My footfalls commence.
Pistol fire rings through the night,
Striking me through and through.
I smile as I crumple down,
Knowing I’ll begin anew.
The blood pours from my body,
Mixing with the rain.
Chuckling,
I feel no pain.
Evil lives on,
Its power renown.
Evil lives on
When the sun goes down.
